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"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

I scoff, making him turn to me with new interest, "Bisexual, pansexual... lesbian, I mean, that one is not for you, but it exists. Or just Erosexual." "What's that one?" he asks, actually interested. I have to fight the biggest smile ever because he's never asked me something before, not like this. He always seems to know absolutely everything. "It's when a completely straight guy is suddenly very into fucking another guy whose name is Eros," I explain, making him roll his eyes extra hard at that one, "Look, at the end of the day nobody actually cares about who you're fucking, especially around here. My dad doesn't care, the rest of the security guys won't care and it's not like we have much

I figured he was too engrossed in his own fantasy to notice the sounds coming from my side of the room, so I hooked my underwear under my balls and proceeded to stroke my 8-incher while picturing Eric in all his naked glory walking toward my bed. So engrossed in my own pleasure, I didn't notice that Eric was really standing by my bed until he sat down beside me and placed his hand on my thigh. "It seems we have the same problem," he said, staring at my fully erect cock. He stroked his own dick slowly as he rubbed the inside of my thigh. "Maybe we could help each other out." I stammered out a reply. "What do you mean?" I tried to pretend. I shouldn't show him that I was eager or has been want

He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning. “Oh, fuck..” Brittany cussed as he pushed one long finger in. Her p**y clenched, and she squirted as he rolled his fingers around her clit, hitting every part of her G-spot. He twisted his fingers and then pulled them out before holding them up to her face. It was coated and shiny with her wetness. “Open your mouth, kitten, and have a taste of yourself.” Dylan spoke as he slid his fingers in while she licked every inch of her wetness.

He told me that some men like to watch their cum spray onto their cocksucker's tongue and how sometimes they like to shove it balls-deep and cum right down the throat. After we had chatted for several weeks, he asked if I thought I was ever going to really give it a try. I told him I didn't know, that the thought of actually doing it was scary and that I wasn't gay. He told me that by chatting with me, he could tell I was the perfect boy to be a cocksucker and that I should try it.

I say as I grab his hoodie by the shoulders pulling it off him myself. Running his fingers against my neck Damien pulls me close, shutting my eyes I don't respond until his lips touch mine. I've kissed a total of 3 people my entire life, this boy in middle school which became the reason I knew I was gay, Silver who wanted to confirm the moment I told her I was gay, and now Damien. But I can tell he's experienced I mean it was always obvious, the way his lips took control, how he isn't afraid to touch me even though I'm always second-guessing what to do with my hands, and he's just so smooth with it whether it's kissing my lips or face and neck.

He removed his fingers, leaving my mouth wet and tingling. "Before I sign, what about you two? Will you be allowed to sleep with other women?" "No," Killian said, his voice blunt and final. "We will be monogamous to only you. We don't share our property with anyone but each other." "Which means no condoms either," Sin added, his hands sliding down to squeeze my hips. "You'll go on the birth control of your choice. In that contract are our STI results from yesterday. We're clean. And we know you're clean because we retrieved your labs from last week for our files."

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”

Arriving in Surabaya, we rested at a cafe. There the LGBT Gang asked me to tell another story. And coincidentally, they asked me to talk about sex. "Tell me everything you know about sex," Leah said. "Yes, Lang, we want to know," said Gary. “We want to hear it,” said Tiffany to which Brittany agreed. I just had a dream about a prostitute, and now I've been asked what I know about sex. "Okay," I agreed.

The brothers interrogated me and even though I’d only half heard them, I responded as much as I could and sometimes, my response would come out as gibberish but they didn’t seem to care. I moved my fingers from the confines of my tight pussy, up to clit as I moved my fingers in circles, breathing heavily and moaning so loudly that everyone else in the room had stopped just to watch us. I could feel my orgasm building up and ready to crash down on me like a wrecking ball as I flicked my fingers across my sensitive clit. “How do you feel now that you’ve left your pussy ass gay boyfriend?” Atlas asked and I drew in a sharp breath as I pumped my fingers into myself faster.